say the right things
sleight of hand
for anyone but you
there’s always a siren singing you to shipwreck
steer away from these rocks
she’s lost and found
there is more than one good way to drown
call me on the phone
tell me all the ways you’re gonna mess me up
then to now
and then the trees all start to take face
today we escape
stuck between where I grew up and where I am now
fish tank
sail to the moon
mile after mile
Thin as a bubble.
I could snap you like a chicken bone.
Come along. There are things to see.
Broken Home of Convention 
